The Amber Tinge

Unfetter the pollen grain,

She is,

That cryptic circle that bellows and bows,

Illuminates the sunset of life,

The fervor of my soul,

She forms the collage of destiny,

Disseminates through murky skies,

She is speckled,

This golden wiggen of colour,

Now casted so delicately on unwavering sands,

The moist pigment of her salacious eyes,

An ineffable rapport,

A slightly crested persona,

Innate and volatile,

Like the ripples of the Caribbean Sea,

A majestic etching,

Rhythm spills like an amateur to beauty,

But she chimes to the her melody,

A chronicle of reverence,

An epiphany of love …